52 Weeks: the Healing of a Domestic Violence Offender

. While this was the first time I would die, it wouldn't be the last time I would lose my life. I still think getting involved with Tyrone and his family was worse than being hit by the diesel truck, my manager's witchcraft, and haunted by ghosts. While dealing with Tyrone, I lost my virtue, my freedom, and who I believed myself to be in this society. This time I was all alone in my plight to reclaim my life. There was no need to look in the mirror, the lady who once occupied that reflection was now gone. Before being thrown in the slammer, the judge called me a public threat. I was deemed a public enemy and a menace to society. Then she condemned me to a court-mandated 52-week anger management course for being a domestic violence offender